Chapter 216

The hallway on the top floor was dead quiet. The lazy summer breeze drifted through the open windows, stirring the white curtains slightly. It felt chill and comfy, perfect for a slow afternoon nap. With Prescott Ellington’s long legs, it only took a few strides to get to the room door. Weird. The door was locked—tightly shut in broad daylight. What was Camila Harrington up to inside? He reached for the doorknob, only to find it had been locked from the inside. He’d need a key to get in. Prescott raised a brow, speechless. What was this silly girl sneaking around for? What kind of “crime scene” was she hiding in there? Sure, he had the key. But honestly? He wasn’t planning on using it. Not yet. He was too curious what she was doing behind that locked door. Walking in normally wouldn’t give him that satisfying moment of finding out for himself. Camila had sharp senses, after all. His lips curled into a playful smirk. Lean, tall, and agile, Prescott moved like the wind as he easily climb